Pieces Of Me
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Ongoing23m
Last published Sun, Dec 7, 2014
Her red hair glistened as she combed it with her bare hands. She put on her black snapback and adjusted it. However painful it was for her to be looking at that cap, it was also astonishingly pleasing to be wearing it because that was the only thing that kept her so alive. It was the one thing that had her wish for a time machine.
She took the necklace with the ring pendant that was dangling behind the closed door and wore it. Another tormenting object that was given to her but nevertheless very treasured. It was a reminder of his promise to her.
She quickly looked at the clock plastered on her bedroom's wall and slipped on her black wedge sneakers. Before leaving, she took a glance at the girl wearing a plain dark blue sweatshirt matched with a black skinny jeans in the mirror, and softly whispered, "Best of luck, Jade Elizabeth Scott."
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I sat shaking in the cold, glass box I have spent most my life in. As a child, I would be thrown in here whenever I disobeyed orders or whenever I complained of my head throbbing like the sound of a hammer smashing a wall. As I grew up, I spent more and more time in here learning the lessons - that were close to impossible to figure out - that would cause the walls to dissolve and set myself free. "Maybe if I help you learn your lesson, you can join me at the dance?" He calls out of the darkness once again, my body growing in anticipation to see his face but still he remained hidden. "You might be here for some time then." I sighed and rubbed my arms with a chill, catching some of my wounds that were still healing. I had the urge to scratch at my skin again but I held myself back. "Is that a yes to the dance?" He laughed causing me to laugh again, I took a step back from the glass and into the bright light of the box, that didn't seem to make a difference to the outside. "Well, I am dressed for it and you would be helping me....how could I say no?" I asked rhetorically and I felt a brief movement from behind my see through prison. "Shall I help you learn your lesson then?" A playful tone echoed out towards me and I tilted my head, holding back a smile. I nodded, I had guessed he could see me and by the small sigh of content I had been correct. "Or I could do this?" Before my eyes had caught up to the shift in the dust particles, a man stood behind the glass, now clearly visible to me. His dark hair fell over his eyes, high cheekbones pushed his eyes into slits as he smiled at me and not a flaw on his skin. Dressed in a black suit and tie with a grey shirt, his finger reached up to the glass. He touched it for half a second and it dissolved beneath his pressure and my eyes widened in shock. "Now may I escort you to the dance."
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